You're Free (Ryan Lawrie)**COMING SOON**

~The Beginning || Before~

The twenty-fifth September, twenty-sixteen. The 25th of September 2016. 25/09/16. The date that will change everything. My 17th Birthday. The date of my first date with my crush.

I am Madison-Bryony Delaney. I am turning 16 years of age as this takes place (do you ever wonder, do you spend the whole day turning the next age on your birthday, or does it happen at midnight, or at the same time you were born? how does this whole birthday thing work?) and I am currently going through the hell that is A-Levels, so I am permanently stressed. I am telling you, tired is just a part of my personality description these days. I have blonde hair and blue eyes and I am pretty averaged-heighted (is that even a word?)

Well, the day starts like any other...I opened my eyes. Oooh exciting. Doesn't everyday start like that? Well, apart from if you're an insomnia sufferer. Then I feel for you. Anyway I slowly roll over and check the time on my phone: 10:57. As soon as my brain jolts into action, I start to ponder on what is to come. What will I wear? What hairstyle what should I do? How shall I do my make-up? Natural and understated? Maybe that will suit me more. I really should have sorted this out yesterday, but then I know I would have changed my mind overnight.

I kick off my covers and look around my bedroom. It's a typical girly-girl's bedroom. Pastel pink walls, four poster bed with lace hanging down as curtains, posters of George Shelley, The Vamps and Ryan Lawrie cover the walls and spaces between them are filled with pictures of me and my friends on various days out.

I get up and go to my wardrobe and fling it open, staring at the array of clothing I have accumulated. Since it was pretty chilly outside I decided on the skater skirt, collared shirt and jumper combination with my black high-heeled ankle boots. I take out my black skater skirt, my pastel blue shirt and my blue woolly jumper with white polka-dots. Girly, yet minimalist while being classy at the same time, perfect. I push my hair-curlers in the socket and thump it a few times for good measure. As they warm up, I grab my makeup bag and empty it out onto my vanity table with a bit too much gusto, causing my eyeliner and eye-shadow palette to fall onto the floor. I strut to the other side of my bedroom to my speaker, turn on my iPod and play 'You're Free' (by Ryan Lawrie obviously), which is my favourite song even though it's really sad, I think everyone should listen to it really.

I walk back across to my vanity, pick up the fallen items and sit down heavily on the stool and start doing my makeup while singing along softly; primer, foundation, concealer, bronzer, blusher, eyebrows, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and finally powder. I try to use more shimmery summery colours, to stop myself looking like a clown, not a good look when meeting your future husband, let me tell you. I grab my curlers and start converting my hair from a blonde bird's nest to decent looking loose curls, and I'm ready. I grab my light blue purse and fly down the stairs to grab something to eat before my date, James, arrives.

By the time I finish, it is 12:48 and James said he will come to pick me up at 1:00. I have 15 minutes to burn, so I fall onto the sofa taking care not to mess up my hair or makeup and grab my guitar from the side of the sofa, practicing my version of 'You're Free' for a competition I am entering.

15 minutes pass in a flash and I hear a soft knock at the door, which I just about hear over the screaming and shouting coming from the television. I sprint to the door, forgetting to put down my guitar. I end up running straight into the door as I don't stop in time but luckily I don't smash my guitar. I let out a little scream, and slap my hand over my mouth, remembering whose outside. I compose myself and open it. James stands there looking like his usual hot self. Brown hair falls in curls around his face, in a similar style to Ryan Lawrie (insert heart eye emoji, because why not, Mr. Lawrie is definitely worthy of the heart eye emoji). His chocolate brown eyes are shining and I almost fall into them. I slap myself (in my head) to snap myself out of it and whisper a breathy sounding "hi". He winks and gives me a pretty confident sounding "hey" back.

I looks at my guitar and says, "Do you play?" pointing at it. I nod slightly and say 'yes', and look down at my shoes, which are suddenly very interesting, (the laces, the blackness, oooh the gold buckles) I don't know if he heard my answer. I suddenly feel nervous again.

"Can you play something for me?" he asks, and I raise my eyes to his quickly and my heart beating at twice its normal speed. I take a deep breath and nod again, willing my heart to slow down before I get a heart attack. I hope he doesn't think I'm some weirdo who doesn't speak. I'm usually so confident. I step out the door and hand him my guitar to hold for a second.

I turn around towards the door and take my keys out of my purse to lock the door, raising my eyes to the ceiling in a silent prayer to the "God or Goddess of Successful First Dates with Your Future Husband" (yes that it a real God or Goddess, what are you talking about?) for some luck.

For our date, James takes me to a park that he found, and it is stunningly beautiful. For the rest of the day, we mess around and just generally have a great time. We have a picnic and we chase each other around the park, laughing loudly. He also makes me play something on my guitar and I decide to play You're Free obviously, since that is the only song I have the chords for, they have been stuck in my head for weeks. I play the song through and he listens, my eyes meeting his as I sing and try not to cry. The song means a lot to me, it is about a person who has lost someone close to them. I give up and let the tears fall from my eyes as I finish the song. He moves over to me and hugs me tightly, my head against his chest. I probably ruined my makeup but he doesn't seem to care. Romantic, right? At the end of the day, he drops me home and I run up the stairs to my bedroom, drop my guitar onto the pile of pillows next to my desk and fall onto my bed, giggling to myself like a little girl. I silently thank the "God or Goddess of Successful First Dates with Your Future Husband" and fall asleep without bothering to change or take my makeup off, feeling drained from the day.

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Hey guys, this might be a bit of a random first part, but it's meant to be like a overview, the next part will be the date in more detail =) (N/A this has been changed, it's gonna be more of an introduction of Madison's life)

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